Get into my mind, can you ??
Search my soul, will you ??
Have been searching it for a long long time,
The right path gave me an unwanted shunt,
Can you help me in my treasure hunt??
Can you read my thoughts?
They usually get wary and I get lost.
Hah!!! What an oxymoron I spell aloud,
When I say – “Nah !!!! I am used to walking alone in the crowd.”
What has happened to me,
I am not whom I used to be,
I have changed before, have changed for the good,
This time I am resisting change hard, the hardeset I could.
Coz I think I am becoming like you,
Alike,
“A-chord”, it strikes,
It was difficult to find my mirror-self,
Harder still is to resist the change now in myself!!
To save few, one has to sacrifice one-self,
Nothing’s left with me, somebody please help !!!!
Gave everything, an empty soul,
Waiting for the monsoons to fill the hole,
To imbibe life once again,
It will change –
“Once it rains,
Once it rains,
Once it rains”
Waiting for the monsoons….
By:-
Dr. Pritesh
yup you rite….wheathr it be the human thougths or the serene backwaters or the infinite viewz of scenry or the lush greens …all seem lifeless without the MONSOON… the splashing water has an undeniable magic ….the magic that fills the hole …the magic that imbibes life once again.In song and smile , blithley finding our way through flower and weed it energises us in a diff way !!….rite sir??
thanks akanksha… u r rite and moreover u are feeling the way a poet should feel…. keep up that vivid imagining skills….. !!!!! the magic leaves us spell bound just what we need after scorching summer heat… motivating us to feel, imagine and recreate the magic… so keep visiting n posting more of yours….. happy monsoons
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